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ya.
‘Yes, I have,’ replied the prince, quite unsuspicious of any
irony in the remark.
‘H’m—well, at all events, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep
here, in your place. It wasn’t nice of you, that. I suppose you
fall asleep wherever you sit down?’
‘But I didn’t sleep a wink all night. I walked and walked
about, and went to where the music was—‘
‘What music?’
‘Where they played last night. Then I found this bench
and sat down, and thought and thought—and at last I fell
fast asleep.’
‘Oh, is that it? That makes a difference, perhaps. What
did you go to the bandstand for?’
‘I don’t know; I—-‘
‘Very well—afterwards. You are always interrupting me.
What woman was it you were dreaming about?’
‘It was—about—you saw her—‘
‘Quite so; I understand. I understand quite well. You are
very— Well, how did she appear to you? What did she look
like? No, I don’t want to know anything about her,’ said
Aglaya, angrily; ‘don’t interrupt me—‘
She paused a moment as though getting breath, or trying
to master her feeling of annoyance.
‘Look here; this is what I called you here for. I wish to
make you a—to ask you to be my friend. What do you stare
at me like that for?’ she added, almost angrily.
The prince certainly had darted a rather piercing look at
her, and now observed that she had begun to blush violent-